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- Aching and dizzy, Gix flung back fallen statues, peeled the man’s fingers from the sword hilt, and dragged the thing loose. The sword had quite a heft, and it tingled in his grasp. Gix kicked the helm off the bloodied head and set it in place on his own head. It, too, bristled with power. Feverishly, he knelt and tugged at the bloody armor.
- “I can use this sword to seem one of them…to kill ten of them,” he panted as he worked. “I can strip them too and…and dress ten Untouchables. Each of them can kill ten, until we’ve taken over the whole city.”
- The armor sucked free of the pulverized man. Gix wriggled into the slick suit and felt it tighten around him.
- “Until we’ve taken over the whole city…”
- The sword cleft the fence one last time, and Gix strode forth. He had not gone three paces before he ran his blade into the eye of another guardsman and dragged him into the garden of statues.
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- The Thran, Chapter 16
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